Neverwinter Forest carry me down the mountain, water,

rot-like carcass. pecked at and nibbled on by crow and eagle alike. an upturned lip, discomforted. nose wrinkled from the smell. but a pang of guilt hidden behind bloodstone eyes. a wave of sympathy, string of remorse. perhaps, had they found the two bucks earlier, both could have escaped with their lives. 'what if', an oftentimes masochistic path of thinking. only ever disappointing.

a huff at the untangling comment. one that may have been prompted by humour but gave no other indicator of such a concept. he blinked, then. It would benefit the remaining buck, he said, though an uncertainty was thick within his words. was such a thing even possible? but any illness or disease from the dead one would have already spread to the living one, i believe. unsure. weary.

he looked to catamaran for guidance. a nod indicated that he should take the lead. do what you want, the man nodded, affirmation strong in his voice. a sense of trust, respect. a confidence that catamaran would be able to do the right thing when it came to the bucks, whether he decided to free them or kill them. i will be your back-up. an equally important role, he thought. just quieter. valuable, though not as flashy.

and rökkur was perfectly content with that.